I was enroute PDX to DFW a couple of days ago in first class. Time for lunch. Choices are a large chicken salad or quesadilla with a small salad. Except for the last two pax, of which I was one.

FA gave us the "selection" and told us to decide. Neither of us really cared, so I went for the salad. Other guy got the quesadilla.

About 3 minutes into eating, the FA came back and said "Are you happy with the salad? Because if you're not, I have another quesadilla. The captain didn't want his."

Guess I'm lucky that the captain didn't want to sit in my seat, either.